Chapter 6

“We’re going to Salt Lake City,” Hollis murmured right before we pulled off at an exit to fill up on gas. I gave him some cash and ignored his protests.

“Deal with it,” was all I said, and he rolled his eyes and did just that.

“What’s in Utah?” I asked once we were back on the road. I’d decided to shave and make an effort with my appearance, for a change. I didn’t want to think too hard as to why that was the case.

“The Utah Arts Festival. We’ll be able to catch the last day and a half of it. It has street theatre, dance shows, films, art exhibits—2D and 3D stuff, you know? And there’s a culinary arts thing I really want to see. I think you might find something to enjoy.”

“Sounds fun.”